James Black had already dressed and gone to wash up, while she was still struggling on the bed.
As she lifted the quilt, a cold breeze hit.
She snuggled back in, turning to glance out the window, imagining the chilly wind outside, and shivered again.
James Black finished washing and came out of the bathroom, seeing a small lump on the bed shaking, not knowing whether to be angry or laugh.
"It's time to get up." James Black tapped Jane Sampson's head through the quilt.
She had this annoying habit of burying herself completely under the quilt, not willing to expose even a strand of hair.
"I don't want to get up~" Jane Sampson coughed twice and then slowly lifted the quilt, looking at James with red eyes, "I feel like I'm sick, my head hurts a lot."
James Black immediately got anxious, sat directly on the bed's edge, and reached out to feel Jane Sampson's forehead.
Her body temperature seemed fine, so James asked, "Where are you uncomfortable?"
